ICCA: San Francisco

I can’t complain about San Francisco—or, more accurately, being just an hour and a half’s drive from the City on the Bay. I can’t complain about the hilly streets, the nice restaurants and shops, the museums, the countless neighborhoods yet to be explored. And I definitely can’t complain about the vestiges of sixties attitude weaving in and out of daily life, like the naked people strolling casually among the runners in the Bay to Breakers race, and the crowd’s unflappable reaction. “It takes all kinds,” a woman said, “and San Francisco just has a larger variety of kinds.”